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Her visor flickered, the readout swimming before her eyes. "The X Parasite... I thought I'd eradicated it. But this variant… this… This different." Her armor groans, a pressure Samus can't quite place building in her lower abdomen. "Damn it..."

*The scan results are definitive. Specifically targeting the bladder and bowels. The report details… incontinence. Frequent, uncontrollable… episodes. The suit's emergency systems are trying to compensate, but they're overwhelmed. "Directive" her ship, chirps, its synthesized voice clipped and devoid of emotion. "Analysis complete. Requirement: Absorbent undergarments. Acquisition recommended."

Samus clench her jaw. "Absorbent undergarments?" This can't be happening. "This… Is unacceptable. But the urgency is undeniable." Another wave of discomfort washes over she, sharper this time. "Directive, initiate search protocol for durable, high-capacity…" Samus hesitate, the word catching in her throat. "...diapers. Discreet delivery required." Hand instinctively moves to Samus Zero Suit beneath the Power Suit, already feeling the dampness. This is nightmare. Who would have thought that something like this would happen to her.